When our homeschool co-op resumes classes in January, I will be facilitating a class called “Manners Matter.”
Yes, that’s my son enjoying a bowl of cereal. At the dinner table. Without the benefit of a shirt. Or pants. Or a spoon.
I’m not teaching this class because of my vast knowledge on all things manner related. To the contrary. I mean, I’ve been known to lick my plate if a deem a dish particularly delicious. When no one was looking, of course.
Right about now, those few moms who are in my homeschool co-op and read my blog are making a mental note to avoid my class.
I completely understand.
Cailey has already informed me that she will NOT be attending my class. This is the same Cailey who will print “can burp on demand” on her college entrance exam. Under “special skills.”
She will be in the front row come January.
I want my children to have good manners. I want them NOT to make a spectacle of themselves in a restaurant. Any more than is necessary. I want them to answer the phone with mature confidence, “Hello, Fiddle residence,” instead of “HELLO! MY MOM’S IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN.” I want them to address their elders with respect. And I want them to grow into well mannered young ladies and one gentlemen. Who don’t show off their underdrawers when someone is snapping a family photo. I’m just sayin’.
Clearly I have my work cut out for me.
As I’m putting my curriculum together for co-op, I’m asking you, dear readers, to impart your wisdom. What particular lesson in manners would you like to see taught to this young generation.
And just for fun, what has been your greatest “My Child Was Raised By Wolves” horror story.